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A Feetsgiving Dinner. By KinkSaber For skunkaroos Skoll sighed as paper filled the air. The intern had just tripped and threw everything they worked on for a week as they fell. Every page that was organized, in order, and marked with notes was now a mess of a paper storm in the office. His eyelids drooped in displeasure. “I’m going for lunch, and by the time I’m back I want everything exactly where it was.” The wolf said, and without another word Skoll left the office, which was now filled with fear and dread, and made his way into the lobby-bound elevator. It was a late lunch, as always, but if he stayed there for even a second longer he would have lost his shit on the intern, whose open secret was that they were useless at best and a detriment to the team at worst. Skoll tried to take a walk around the block to clear his head, and when he came to, he found himself standing in front of The Tiger’s Catch. He hadn’t been back since the first time he had that one special meal, and

Blackmailed For Their Ticklish Soles By KinkSaber For Canas Nagase “I’m very concerned about your level of performance, boys.” Gammei pushed his reading glasses with the knuckle of his finger, and his eyes stayed on the stack of reports that he had been reading. In front of him were two of his crew – Barrel and Furlong. Ever since they went after some villain and failed to capture him, they’ve been consistently missing in action during duty, or if they were there, they’d be late or left early. Both of them always had an anxious look on their face, with dark bags under their eyes. Gammei noticed that whenever their notifications went off, both of them seemed to have a mini heart attack. He thought at first that they were going off on their own to try and catch the guy that escaped, but evidently it seemed to be a little more than that. Whatever was going on, Gammei wanted it to be done and over with. “I’m going to be honest with you two – the higher ups aren’t liking these numbers